Hardbody Shard - Bond No. 9

Turo got that static
Small face Rollie baby this is not a Patek
Lookin like a brick I used to keep 'em in the attic
All about my lettuce like a salad
I ain't used to have it turned me to a savage
Turned me to a beast gotta keep a piece
Gotta keep the heat when ya in the street
Niggas think it's sweet
Try me he a dead man hit in the head man
He survive he gon need a shit bag bed pan
Gucci head band
Gucci on my belt buckle
Married to the game
Ain't no rangs on my left knuckle
Running thru dat check like a teller
The shit that I got on make a broke nigga jealous
Bond No. 9 on you hoes
Bad bitches smell it wanna come up out they clothes
All dis ice on my ear neck and wrist froze
The shit that get ya chose soon as it hit her nose
Bond No. 9 on you hoes
Bad bitches smell it wanna come up out they clothes
All dis ice on my ear neck and wrist froze
The shit that get ya chose soon as it hit her nose
Blowin' on Biscotti
This a four-hundred dollar fragrance on my body
Top to the bottom and I got on white lows
She badd but it don't mean shit to me
If she ain't went and got them white toes
Gel me
Bitch I know ya smell me
Know you see this Louie girl
Know you see this LV
Leather on my luggage
Leather on my duffle
If I see you and I got this nine on me you in trouble
Bond No. 9 on you hoes
Bad bitches smell it wanna come up out they clothes
All dis ice on my ear neck and wrist froze
The shit that get ya chose soon as it hit her nose
Bond No. 9 on you hoes
Bad bitches smell it wanna come up out they clothes
All dis ice on my ear neck and wrist froze
The shit that get ya chose soon as it hit her nose

Written by:
RISHARD BRYANT

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